|
|
| (4 intermediate revisions by 2 users not shown) |
| Line 1: |
Line 1: |
| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/FifthMovement|Fifth Movement]]
| + | #REDIRECT [[ADanceOfAngels]] |
| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/DanceOfAngels|A Dance of Angels]]
| |
| − | | |
| − | == Many Interruptions ==
| |
| − | | |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She was a big contradiction of the Boil.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She was almost too young to be recognized as a force. Too cute to be ignored. The golden chains around her arms rattling with every step. Looking so cute. So submissive. And yet, so glorious . Few would call her a great Solar at first. And she walked, amongst the rabble, unprotected, healing and helping as she went...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Many had second thoughts. Many punks tried to act on it... but simply could not. They stopped at how harmless she was, an aura almost palpable that kept it away. One, one of the hardest of the surviving punks of the Ashen, tried, but could never touch her. She moved like a dream, not once noticing him. And only when her hands flared they knew to come for her help, and they did... to stop the slaughter she could cause.
| |
| − | | |
| − | And she was there, helping the white ladies of the Eir Society, healing the wounded as she went. And amidst the sick, dead and dying, she was immaculately clean, as was her musky green cape, and the clear champaigne dress underneath. Like a goddess giving them her favor...
| |
| − | | |
| − | Helping as she could, as she knew the others were doing...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' How can one attempt to match the immaculate nature of one of the Sunchildren when they were ungodly beauties, instead of the unholy terrors they seemed to most often become? Even for one beyond the rules of the fixed world, such perfection was not all that possible... especially considering the extensive strain she had recently put herself through.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ... sure, she enjoyed every second of it (and there many, many, '''many''' seconds), but soon after the glow had died down and she found herself waking up from her blissful slumber, nude and a tad sticky on the Iron God's bed... she hurt.
| |
| − | | |
| − | She hurt in places she normally had not felt hurt, and it was not the sort of pain that faded; she hadn't been in some scrap with a capable puncher who'd got in a lucky shot. No, she had given herself to a god whose influences included iron, her natural enemy. Only well after the fact did the bruises appear: oddities to her, being used to wounds vanishing without a trace. These lingeres, ached, burned. And suddenly, a task as simple as sitting upright sent a not-very-enjoyable spike of pain rolling up her spine.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Thus, after a quick bath and a quick donning of her gossamer wear, sans the chestwraps which simply would hurt too much to put on, she left the God's domain and... searched. She followed her inner nose, trying to find that scent of calm and succor that she'd caught before. The scent of a Sunchild.
| |
| − | | |
| − | The scent of Fiona.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She stops all she was doing, walking outside of the makeshift clinic in the Red-Latern district... stretching as she looked at the sunset. So wonderful... even so filled with black ash from the Boil's air. She ponders what to do next... and Days catches her scent, knowing just where she is, walking in the darkening, narrow streets under a dark orange sun...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "You're not too difficult to find, Fiona."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Days... does not leap into view, as much as she wants to. Parts of her she'd rather not have stretched would be involved. Instead, she basically catches up to her, keeping a steady pace, even if moving somewhat gingerly. "I... well. I think I have need of your services, Fiona. Are you busy at the moment?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She turns, the chains, and the eye-shaped broochs holding her cape together tingling, only making her smile seem cuter. It was warming, as well, her large, round hazel eyes happy to see the Raksha.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Hey, Days! Been a lil' while!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I was just about deciding wether to go back to the Manse... wonder what everyone else was doing!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "I see. Well.... hrm. How should I put this..." She pauses finger to chin; even in the dimmer city streets, her bruises stand out a tad. "I... need some degree of nursing. I had a bit of an... er... incident. I can talk about it on the way if you'd like."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She watches... and begins to notice it. "Days... you are hurt! All red... ouch..." She stops in front of the Child, begins to look her up and down, to try to see any problems... then realising how she was ''mostly'' fine. "...nothing serious... I think... but... this is rough! You can have some problems with all those bruises and burns and and..." she stops herself, then picks up a slightly faster pace.. "Do tell! What happened? Did you find any of those monsters?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' She laughs. Oh, does she laugh!... and then she winces, clutching at her chest. "Aie... well, now. You see, I went to check on that one little fire dragon that I've seen around, and she was speaking with Iron Tears. Needless to say, I spooked the poor bird and she fled... but I ended up spending a... considerable amount of quality time with him." She smiles, letting that suggest what she means past that. "Of course, he did not hold back, and only now am I feeling the effects. Which is why I sought you."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She blinks, her eyes fixed on the Child... looking her up... down...
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''Is it what she...? ''<br>
| |
| − | ''Like Mistress did? Like she did with me? Like she used to hurt me? ''<br>
| |
| − | ''She and Kanti, they made it so good... ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | She blushes a deep, deep red... "You two... err... and he hurt you? Due to the Iron...?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "We did. And well, it wasn't intentional! He's just iron, yes... " She pauses, catching the blush. That alone makes her laugh heartily, and her eyes twinkle... and then she winces again. "Geh. Anyway, yes. I am a tough being, and he was a powerful man, so it wa something of a given. Still, I ache. If you could help me, I would be in your debt."
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''... heh. She's quite cute when she blushes like that. Perhaps... hrm. Hehheh, naughty monkey... ''
| |
| − |
| |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "We can! As soon as we get to the Manse, I will!" She says, looking at the mansion stretching up in Highlane, a few ways away... thankfully, they were on the southern edge of the Red-Lantern.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Iron Tears... he almost had all of us, me, Kanti... the night the Dark Angel, she... clad herself in lust... made us all crazy... made me..." ''want to do so much... '' "Moon stopped us, however. He only had her, the Angel... he is nice, at least, rarity among gods I know... at least when he is looking human. Was it worth it?" She says, trying not to giggle.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey's first reply is a deep, rather catlike purr. "Girl, I have had my fair share of bedmates. I will admit, he was not the best. That was this most curious young fellow I met in a small settlement on the Northern Threshold. Limber as sin, and hung like a..." She trails off, chuckling as she remembers.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Ah, but the Iron God was certainly the most eager, and the most fiery. I will certainly warm his bedsheets again someday."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She blushes even more, avoiding the Child's stare "No need to be that detailed, thank you!" She looks at the distance, at the darkening sunset... the points a finger at Days, eyeing the raksha seriously, "I suppose opposites attract... just make sure to book me before next time so you don't need to walk in that state!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Bah... I've walked through worse. But..." She shrugs in resignation. "If you insist, Sunchild. I will be certain to make an appointment..." She resumes walking lightly, occasionally flexing her fingers. "Heh, it's amusing how you're being so kind, considering what I am. Your kind never cease to amaze me, Solars."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "You earned it. I guess most of us aren't so kind, but... oh well. Rain nearly had us all killed..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | She turns, and smiles, "And I am not afraid of you. Not here, not with my friends. Specially since, you are one of them!" She says, and leaves it at that as they walk, soon arriving in Highlane... through burnt gardens, seeing the wreck of the Sheriff's manor in the distance... and into the Manse. Fiona walked Days to a higher part of the garden, where they had a view of the sunset in the mountains to the north, and looked around, at the ornate rocks.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Hmmm, we can use those as a decent place for you to lay. Best if you don't need to explain yourself to people when we go inside, right?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Heh! True, true... and thank you. It's good to see that someone aside from that old iron stud realizes that I'm more or less on the right side of things." She flashes Fiona a broad, amused grin, before she approaches said rocks. For a moment she touches one, almost curiously, and then she takes a wince-filled stretch. "Right then! I assume you'll need me unclothed, yes?" Even as she speaks, she reaches for her vest with one hand while undoing the unused bindings around her neck with the other.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Well, maybe... pehaps... h-hey, no need to, someone might co -- ah well." Days lets them go, and Fiona just shrugs, sunshine flaring around her as she looks over Days' body... ''my, she is... strong. '' there is some admiration there as she looks the fae up and down, "Hmmm, you are nicely built! Not quite what I would aim to grow up as, but still... ah, must be silly for you, right? You pick forms as if they were clothes..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Mmm-hmm, I do. I could easily take a form like yours and be as powerful. I just like to put forth a somewhat honest face, you see." The bindings and vest are soon on the ground, leaving the statuesque woman to sit down to take off her boots... although she audibly yelps at that before settling down. "I've been pondering a change come next Assumption. Perhaps something less formidable..." She pauses to look at Fiona, thumbs just under the low waistband of her pants.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Ooh... change to what? Like me? I guess I could use it... I miss Millia and Carina..." She shakes her head as if to dismiss more thoughts, and continues her analysis, her gentle fingers touching the Child here and there, her light making it clear as day around them... "Can you show me where it hurts more? I see the burns on your face, your breasts seem bad too... your wrists.."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey, in her position... smirks, and the Cup comes roaring to the fore as she ponders how to answer Fiona's question. The answer comes to her quickly, however. "Here, here." She reaches outward, taking hold of Fiona's wrists with surprising gentleness... only because she seems to want to show her just where it hurts, personally. "My wrists, of course... and there, the right side of my neck." Movement... and a smile.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''Damn you, Monkey, can you not get enough? ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | "And yes, my breasts. Mostly here..." 'Here' just so happens to be the peaks, although she leads Fiona's touch to her ribcage, and then lower to her sides. "All along here... oh, and a couple more places..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''... I just want to see how she will react. I have a bit of leeway anyway! ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' Another blush, a little protest, and her hands are on Days' body, trailing... "He... really was rough, wasn't he? Did he really have to hold strong enough to..." and then, Days pushes her hands to the waist, then then... Fiona blushes even more furiously. "Oh, err... Days...?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Well, I do have to show you everything..." She winks at Fiona, before an expert tugdown with her thumbs does away with those pants, at least to her knees. Amusingly, she's actually wearing the expected underthings beneath that. "Oh, he was a beast! It was so wonderful... but that's neither here nor there. The pain, however... is definitely here... and there." 'Here' and 'there' end up being the obvious points of entry below, thankfully hidden from view... for the time being, knowing the faerie.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Y-you don't need to take it ''all'' off!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''She.. is certainly... '''different'''! ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | She has a wide, embarassed grin on her face, "Well, um, I think I have seen enough... no need to take ''all'' off now... where to begin..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Awwwww... are you sure?" She giggles, although she does politely leave matters at that. "I will admit... I do have an interest in you that is both mental and physical... but if you're truly in a business-like state of mind..." She finally lets go of Fiona's wrists, finally lying down in a louging, carefree posture that incidentally works to better show off her frame.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''Ah, such a cute one... I'll have fun with you, I'm certain! ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Hmmm, welll, I see..." She says, patting the rocky formation close to her. Sculptures of stone formed around, some as banks, others climbing trees, others makeshift trees, this one as a bank that can serve as bed... the answer of a Earth Manse to cheat the life-choking atmosphere of the Boil. "If you can lie down here..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Snow Monkey does as directed, lying down on the stone with her hands behind her head. Muscle ripples, flesh bounces slightly, and the bruises become all the more evident on the Child's body. She sighs, closing her eyes... and waits, tail swishing about. "Ready when you are, little Fiona."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' Fiona sees as the Child bounces, as she tries to ready herself... where it hurts... and can't help but to imagine it. After all, the burns show very well how he had held her waist. How he had cupped her breasts. Where his tongue had been. Where... well, she just found it so hard to keep her behind down... Fiona tries to banish the thoughts, hoping, oh so hoping the Child had not caught her wandering looks, or the vacant look on her face as she imagined it...
| |
| − | | |
| − | .. as she brings two fingers to her caste mark... and take them out, some sort of powder all around it, gleaming... she brings it to her lips, and kisses it... shining in violet and red, the light palpable as it wraps around her finger making it almost a... paste. She brings her left hand to her heart then, picking a crimson flame from it, and joining it with her fingers... a burning paste of crimson sunlight in them. She lowers it... and begins applying at the Child's body, wrists first... then her shoulders... and neck... and face...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Oh, it wouldn't matter if the Sunchild had hidden her looks perfectly. She cannot hide her emotions, and those the faerie feels without even thinking about it. She supresses her secret smile with admirable self-control, eyes opening just a little to behold the most curious ritual of essence and creation... and to then sigh as the paste is put to good use. ".... niiice..." Even if it does indeed burn, Snow Monkey accepts that momentary pain in order for the lasting ache of iron-hurt to be washes away.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ... she does inhale though, slowly, then lets the breath out just as slow. Once a tease always a tease. "Much better already..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Thank you..." She says as her hands roll over the Raksha's throat, the burning balm covering the burning there, without and within... "Hope I can help... it is hard really. Those are just light bruises and little sunburnts, but for some reason they are hard to cure..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Then, she sees something in the distance. To the North, there is the Manse... but it was designed so above it, from the garden, one could see the mountains. Losing sight of the endless ugly city on the ground, but seeing the beauty far up.... and there... something begins to appear. "Hey, Days! Get up a bit! Look!" Fiona points... as a great tree appears, made of the purest, smoothly-cut earth, diamonds and rubies framing it... beautiful against the rising moonlight...
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Wow... that is... Opal?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' She nods at the thanks, purring once her throat feels better. The memories attached to that 'battle wound' flash by for a moment.. little more than the phantom feeling of ambrosia, mingled with fire, coursing its blazing way down her throat. She pauses to listen to Fiona, nodding. "Iron... terrible things to us. This was just from contact. Imagine a cold dagger... or even a crude hammer." And then she follows the finger, beholding the beauty of the tree springing to life.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Inwardly, she marvels. Inwardly, she sighs. ''A master craftswoman, indeed. Damned showoff. '' "That is most likely her. She seems a builder of truly epic proportions..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She stares, in awe... "That is... that is... just..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''That is truly... epic. ''<br>
| |
| − | ''Will I ever be able to do something like this? ''<br>
| |
| − | ''I... suppose I can. If I could... ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I hope someday, I will be able to equal her, at least in that... to craft wonders, for the good of everyone..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | After a long time in her reverie, she turns back to Opal, and begins trailing down... to her chest, only touching the balm with the point of her fingers to avoid cupping or touching it in any undue way.. much as the fae seems to want that!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Her eyes close again, and quietly accepts the fact that Fiona's being careful about application. Of course, that doesn't mean that the sudden relief doesn't feel good, and a sated sigh escapes the snow monkey's lips, form taking a slight arch as she enjoys life free of... some of the pain she's been feeling.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Keep it up, keep it up... that feels divine..."
| |
| − |
| |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' Fiona keeps the fingers going down, to her navel now, sliding to her waists... "Do you ''have'' to sound like that? It's... it's... kinda embarassing, you know..." her voice sounds meek, awkward, as she tries to divorce her thought of the images of what did this to Days, how, and of the tree. And wondering what the Dark Angel would think if she came in right now...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Child... life is for living. For enjoying. If you're afraid to enjoy... you're cheating yourself." She opens an eye, focusing on Fiona. "Even I know that much... so do relax yourself. You only have one chance, and the moment is best not wasted thinking too hard about what is embarrasing or not." The eye closes, slowly, Days keeping her enjoyment down to the occasional 'mnn'.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "You only live once."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Hmmm... well, life doesn't have to be embarassing, right?" the fingers finish their trail through her waist.... then she looks at Days' panties... and gulps. "W-well now..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' Days laughs under her breath. "Dear Fiona, we're both female... well, now, anyway. There's nothing to be ashamed of, no one's getting hurt... and you're just bleeding all sorts of emotions right now. Ah, mortal minds..." Her eyes open, for a second... and there is seriousness. "Do what you must. Whatever will be from there... will be. Of course, if you need me to guide your hands, just ask." She smirks, her eyes close, and the snow monkey resumes relaxing, tail thumping on her rocky resting-place.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''I wouldn't mind, of course, if you lingered a bit... ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' ''We're both female... there's nothing to be ashamed of, ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | Oh, how this used to be true.<br>
| |
| − | Not long ago, there would be awkward feelings, but not nearly enough.<br>
| |
| − | They were both female, after all, she was right...<br>
| |
| − | But... not anymore.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Unknown to the Child, Fiona had seen female lust for their same sex more often than not... and while she used to dream only about gallant and beautiful men, to dream with the prince, she has never known the touches the Iron God gave the Raksha. For Fiona had only known the affections of her mistresses and her playthings. Her first kiss, on her Mistres' lips. Her first sexual touches, with the same, and all that followed... a male body roused dreams, but a female body roused too many memories. She knew how it worked, and had had a short, but efficient training in how to work it...
| |
| − | | |
| − | One she really tried to forget...
| |
| − | | |
| − | She looks between the Snow Monkey's legs.. her hand trails the balm of flame, picking more from her mark and her heart... making something less fiery around her fingers now. Then she looks at the Child, awkwardly. "Hm, hmm... if you can take... them off now... and I would like some help... for you to guide me where it hurts more, yes. But... it's just healing, alright? Just... healing!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Of course. Just healing. You're fine, Sunchild." With a smile, she goes about displaying the rather prehensile nature of her monkey-tail; it curls about, snags onto the flimsy things, and tugs them away without much fanfare while the woman herself raises her hips. With a final pull, they land atop her left ankle. It only takes a moment for her to rise, sitting in as comfortable a position as she can manage, tail behind her. "And that won't be a problem at all. I do appreciate this... you don't know how much better this makes my day."
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''And I am being honest. I truly thank you for your healing, sunchild. But your presence and touch and emotions and conflict also please and soothe me... and tempt, but I can sate myself on that eager boy in my abode. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | "You may begin."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She brings her hand there, then... bending herself a bit, her fingers sliding in... and inside...
| |
| − | | |
| − | "It is... there, right? All around where he...?" She says, the light and warmth close to the Child, within her...
| |
| − | | |
| − | ... as Fiona moves, trying to know the difference between massanging to heal and naughtier things as she does so... and mostly failing... "That tail is... really handy, isn't it?" She says, awkwardly, trying to shake off the embarassment and... other things.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' She nods, although she takes a moment to purse her lips tightly. Toes flex, eyes narrow, and she takes a deep breath before speaking. "It is, yes. So far, so good, Sunchild. And... heh. It is handy, my friend. Like a third hand, almost." She wills said tail around, and it pats at Fiona's thigh a few times. "It has helped me a number of times... nnn." She pauses. Toes curl fully... relax.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Tell me something... you're thinking something, but I can only taste what you feel in the air. What, pray tell... is on your mind?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She shivers at each patting, continuing the movements... "I can imagine..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Memories, so many memories coming, of so many things done... of mistress, of Kanti, of...
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I am thinking how this is not... just healing... doesn't feel like it, at least."
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I think I am done with there... too... " She says, her fingers not moving out.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "It is healing, silly. Else I would still be aching. But... yes. It's more... and perhaps because you wish for it to be as much as I would not mind." She reaches down and lightly ruffles Fiona's hair, then lifts her chin so that she can look into her eyes. "Sunchild... from this point on, the decision is yours and yours alone." That damned tail continues to pat at a steady pace, while the Child regards Fiona with an ever expression. "I am a thing of war and lust. My decisions have already been made." The hand cupping Fiona's chin moves to her lips.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''... and yet you let her choose, Snow Monkey. How noble of you... pft! '' "What are yours?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' The fingers do not leave. They play, slowly, softly... <br>
| |
| − | Fiona's anima dies down, the crimson and violet light disappearing all around her...<br>
| |
| − | She closes her eyes, her whispers meek...<br>
| |
| − | Not knowing quite what to do...<br>
| |
| − | "a-are you even good enough for it? After everything... aren't you all achy and burnt and..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' The voice comes from all around them, from every shadow, every nook where the light does not touch. It is a flat voice, almost a tint of disapproval can be felt in it. But it soothes, a shadow, wrapping about oneself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I see you have been busy." Selina says, stepping out of a shadow that seemed much too small for her. Her raw power meant she could do some, oddly unformed tricks without even applying the basic principles of simple magic to the action. She had been experimenting with those more, lately. It had caught her attention when she ate the light during the fight with the Parishioner.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Vorpal had gone her way, after a series of awkward moments. There would be more soon enough.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''For now, let me think of something less...confusing. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' And there she was, with the monkey's tail between her legs, with her hand between the monkey's... <br>
| |
| − | And she had never blushed as embarassedly or awkwardly.<br>
| |
| − | At least, she had taken her light away, so it wasn't ''that'' obvious...<br>
| |
| − | Oh, yeah, right.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Mistre... err... teach... Dark Angel..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | "This... really isn't... what... you know..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' '' .... bah! And just when it was about to get good! But mayhaps it's going to get '''better''' now! That... or I'll be badly beaten again, and this time not in the enjoyable way. Ah, well. The price one pays for being Wyld. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | The look on her face is... well. Not exactly shocked, not exactly upset. More... dissapointed? Amused? It's some weird combination of the two, making the monkey woman look almost comical, ears twitching and tail flailing about. However... oh, the feelings that followed. Embarrasment, fear... and suddenly, things started to click in the Child's mind. ''You are an owned thing, after all. How... absolutely pathetic, Sunchild. I'd thought you better than this! My, this place is full of surprises. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | Nonetheless, she wasn't going to let the poor girl take the brunt of this. So, with a calmness almost unnatural, she withdraws tail, casually pushes Fiona's hand back to her... and stretches with a mild yawn, canines bared for a moment.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Fiona, dear, let me handle this. I have to admit, I was angling a bit for you..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "I am not your mistress, Fiona. Kanti puts that name on me, I will not brook others doing it as well." Her tone seems to indicate that she is above it, unlike the Vestal. Almost a snooty and aristocratic tone, it is. "But that," She gives a look that indicates that she knows what it was going to turn into. "is not why I am here."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Days' yawn doesn't escape her. Selina is, afterall, well versed in the subtle arts of intimidation.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Oh come now, it is not that far...yet.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "You were angling for her, aye. And what about my other ward? Fiona and Kanti are my responsibility."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "B... but..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | She takes a step back... embarassed. And then, two steps foward.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "No! Dark Angel... she is nice! She is not like Rain!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | Face held high. Calling her a mistress was a reflex. But from the first moment they met, Fiona had stood up to her.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "How do you know that?" Selina asks, voice almost a malevolent purr now, thick with dislike after remembering Rain. Traitors, she trusted least of all. Then her voice is normal again. "But there is a way to ensure this."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Hm. The little red dragon intrigues me! But in a completely different way. I saw her art... I felt her art, her soul. It shone like the sun on a hot noon, and I am quite certain that I would have done something uncouth if I hadn't left her alone. Still, I would like to see if we could teach one another a thing or two... were she not so afraid of me." She sighs, leaning back and looking her usual lazy self. "Fiona... she actually treats me like a person, and not just the bunches of Essence I am. I do so like that... there's something about authetication that makes me feel so goo---eh?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''Fast mover! But what does she have planned? '' Snow Monkey can't hide her mild surprise, tail smacking against the stone below intermittenly.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' The mark of twilight shines on her forehead, and the chains tingle even without moving... and she is so meek, so innocent, that she becomes a barrier to all but the most heartless... a barrier between the Angel and the Monkey. "Because she helped save us all! She came with the information that saved the Industrial and made us come to help you! Because she is my friend! She even warned me not to trust her much! If she was a monster, would she have said so?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | The rapid fire of words stops, and she looks at the Dark Angel... wondering what she has planned.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "An oath, of course." The deathknight says as if it is obvious. "Rain should have made an oath as well, but I was careless and did not press the issue. I paid well enough for that one. We all did."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "An oath, an oath, of course. My, I'll have sworn a million of those by the time I'm done here. You fixed things are untrusting!" She puts on a teasing smirk nonetheless, still not doing anything to attempt modesty. "Very well, I can. But, my dear winged exalt... there has to be something in this for me. I've given my oath once because the war brought my Sword glory. What now can you do for me, hm?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina gives Days a dry look. "Why, if you make an oath that assures your trustworthiness and a few other things, then of course, you can travel with us."
| |
| − | | |
| − | "In other words, I do not try and chase you off." Her wings fold more primly, and she purses her lips, waiting for the reply.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Hah! I see, I see! Well, that's... fair enough. I would have liked more, but beggars are not choosers of any sort." She claps her hands, eyebrows raised. "So... that said... what of these few other things you speak of?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Um...to be perfectly honest, I would need awhile to think up something sufficiently legalistic." Selina admits, frowning. "What is this 'more' you want from me? Let me guess, the same thing most people want, am I correct?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Just an oath not to harm us? Simple enough, isn't it?" Fiona asks, looking at both women... "Neither of you need any greater hold over anyone else. Just make it so she cannot hurt us or betray us to our enemies, and all is right, no?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Some degree of freedom, mostly. And... your body? Bah, no! I can earn that, so what's the point in forcing the issue? No fun at all, no fun at '''all'''. What I do want... well. Let's just say that I may have need of some capable Exalted in the future to rid me of a small... problem. Well, I won't demand a promise, but I'd at least like some fair consideration. Now then!" She clears her throat. "On my Heart of hearts, I do swear my loyalty to Iron Tears and his myriad allies, and will do nothing whatsoever to betray them to their enemies."
| |
| − | | |
| − | She coughs. Another slip of paper is born within her Heart. Another law, another unbreakable decree. She shivers as oath becomes truth, and her eyes glitter with a tinge of disease.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "It is done."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' There were holes in that, big holes. She'd have to watch the fae for any behavior that indicated she was exploiting them. And everyone else for any that indicated she was being sufficiently circumspect to avoid giving it away herself.
| |
| − | | |
| − | But for now, it would hold. "That is not exactly what I intended...but it will work, I suppose."
| |
| − | | |
| − | "You can earn it, huh?" Selina asks with an air of amusement. "Sweep me off my feet, get past my jaded sensibilities? Don't forget, I also am a predator."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Well, little is perfect." She offers a shrug and a smile, noting the Dark Angel's air with a mirrored look of mirth. "Nononono. That works for the gentle, the soft. Predators are the sort whose courtships are quick and sharp and fierce and tinged with red and black, roars and sighs. Besides..." Another shrug. "Beast can hunt beast when the mood strikes them."
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''And you, Inkbird, are a predator to watch. '' She leans back onto the stone 'table' staring up. "... manses are so... so... patterned."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Of course they can." She replies simply, not really liking those implications. "But I prefer not to, usually. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Or with balm." She casts a look at Fiona ofor a moment, and her brass eyes gleam with mischief. "Bah, your timing was terrible! If I was going to get caught, I'd like it to at least have been after the fact. But... what can one do?" She keeps staring, tail pat-patting. "... tell me, Dark Angel. What exactly did this Rain do to make my kind more reviled here than the norm? Aside from the obvious betrayal, of course..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' Fiona looks the other way, all blushy, "I... I didn't mean to, really..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | "And... I didn't do it all, did I? I only placed it on the front..." She says, trying to make it not sound like something naughtier. Failing again.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "It's fine, Sunchild! I was partly to blame, and that part of me is a rather deep-seated matter, so it's not that easy to overcome." She looks over at Selina for a moment, gauging her reaction to the conversation at hand. "Nonetheless... you are a shining jewel, and I'm certain you would have been quite a bit of fun."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina gives a dry glance, likewise, to Fiona. "It's cute when you act so innocent, but remember, I fired your lust to somewhat disturbing heights twice now. Being bashful is one thing, trying to fool someone who has seen the other side is another."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "Hey I ''am'' still human... just because I enjoy it doesn't mean I will get shameless like the two of you, right?" She shrugs, looking at Days... almost in disappointment for something that just could have been, everything awkward now... even more than before! "No need to apologize, Days..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Yet I do, nonetheless." She leans a foot down, if only to nab the pile of gossamer clothes on the ground and lever then back up, catching them as they fall. "One has to be careful when you are a stranger in a strange land." Panties and pants first, and then she sits up to bind her chest, binder-held cyst idly pulsing in time with the beat of the Wyld hundreds and hundreds of miles away. "And this is a very strange land, indeed."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina giggles a bit, then gives a lopsided, razored grin. "I'm shameless? Who says? You've not seen my every time."
| |
| − | | |
| − | Then she looks to Days. "You may want to put something on."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: '''"Which is exactly what I'm doing, my dear winged lady." With a flourish, she slips her vest back in; Owl and Serpent she had left elsewhere, leaving the snow monkey... technically unarmed. "Although this weather feels grand. Not as good as a flash blizzard, but still enjoyable."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "You mean the 'mostly white and now black sky that may snow at any moment'?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | "I liked the East better. Or Whiteshield. We had sun there..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "I'm used to this, but that is because I spent almost ten years in Nexus." Selina puts in smoothly, looking up at the sky herself, then down at them. "That doesn't mean I actually like it though. It only feels like 'home' when it's Nexus smog, not Boil smog."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' "... snow here is going to smell, isn't it?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | "And it was so pure just a little further down on Whiteshield..."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "It'll smell horrible." Selina says simply.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Just think of the coal-dust as chocolate. Dark chocolate. Chocolate you can't eat because it tastes so goddamn horrible and will poison you."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' She looks at the Dark Angel for a little while... "... must you taint chocolate for me?"
| |
| − | | |
| − | She narrows her eyes, "I do ''not'' need to assosiate chocolate with ''anything'' on the Boil, thank you very much!"
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "But some of the whores are chocolate! You can even eat them!" Selina says with a half-concealed wicked expression.
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Heh! Well, the stench would be a problem. I've smelled worse, but..." She snickers, watching the two talk amongst themselves. "Bah, whores. No challenge, rarely any talent. The joy is in the chase... chained prey is boring prey."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Fiona: ''' Selina's remark only makes Fiona bring a hand to her face. Kirie and Wes were all dark-skinned, yes... but she did not need imageries like that, or Otieno in chocolate. Of course, then came the Child's remark. "... you see us as ''prey''?" She asks, a little... surprised. Baffled, too...
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Child of Wyld Days: ''' "Metaphor, dear, metaphor!" She laughs, rolling her eyes. "You much have missed the predator comment! You're a bright girl... don't let the stupid raksha outsmart you." Smile wide and teasing, her tail swings out to bop Fiona on the backside... in actual playful manner. Well, as playful as Snow Monkey gets. "I am a hunter, but not for sexual gratification."
| |
| − | | |
| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' She could say something, but chooses not to. It is, afterall, her secret. Perhaps not as much of a secret to some, but many never guess it.
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''When Charmaine thought she had the power, I really did. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''It's more fun when they think they are in control. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | ''When they think I am the prey. ''
| |
| − | | |
| − | It worked even better with men, she found. So much better. Though it...wasn't really that way with Moon.
| |
| − | | |
| − | "Perhaps someday, I ought to dip you and Kanti in chocolate."
| |
| − | | |
| − | | |
| − | | |
| − | ----
| |
| − | | |
| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/FifthMovement|Fifth Movement]]
| |
| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/DanceOfAngels|A Dance of Angels]]
| |
